There were deep-set smile lines at the corner of his eyes and mouth. I stood there stunned. “I hoped I had figured out the right place,” he said....“How? I mean,… why are you here?” I heard myself blurt out.“You told me you were going fishing this weekend. I happened to see online last night that you were at the park, so I took a chance that you might be staying at a cabin. A girl at the lodge’s reception desk recognized my description of you and said you were staying here. So…. I came. My mum had a funny look on her face and said"id rather you not go with Mr Rogers son" why not mum i said,oh nothing don,t worry but keep in touch with me by your mobile during the day to make sure your ok she said" i remember thinking to myself why on earth would she say that but didn,t think to much on it and went upstairs for a shower have have a slow wank to some mags i had hidden under my bed and then to sleep.After being in bed and watching telly for some time i had to get a drink from. But she could remember some of them. She could remember one guy. He was a tall guy with sandy hair and a droopy mustache. Like George, he was several years younger than her. She found that at these singles bars where she bad been going since she became single again, the men who were her own age steered clear of her, as if someone from their own generation brought back too many bad memories or something they didn't want to be reminded of, either a bad marriage or perhaps just their advancing. Oh why did his mother have to bed with a commoner, a stable hand of all things? True his mother was known for her sexual appetites, but a stable hand? Clusen hated his father even more than he hated his mother and he wasn’t sorry that his mother had sent his father to the block, for stealing hams.Mother did raise him in luxury and soon married an influential Count, his new stepfather. The count however did not like the teenage son of a thief around and banned him from the family house.Clusen.